Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
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My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach that warm fall evening. The temperature was warm enough for us to lay on the beach in a bikini and trunks, but not hot enough for us to go in the water, so the beach was deserted. Plus, we had found a cozy secluded rocky spot around a bend away from the boardwalk. We were all alone. It was great!
"Lynn," he said to me, "Why don't you let me bury you in the sand?" He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away.
"Sure," I answered.
He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour.
"Hey Doug," I said to him then, "Why don't you walk over to that pizza stand we passed on the boardwalk and get us something to eat?"
"Sure Lynn, but will you be all right? It's kind of a hike back to civilization."
"I'm not going anywhere!"
"Well, sure, what do you want on your pie?"
"Everything!"
"Okay. I'll be right back."
Dave walked away, leaving me buried and helpless in the sand.
I started to get scared after about a half hour seemed to go by and he hadn't returned. I figured the line might be long, but with no one around, how could that be. After an hour seemed to go by, I started to panic. I started yelling. "Hey Doug! Come on out you asshole! This isn't funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!"
I figured that _someone_ must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.
About an hour after that, I was frantic, "Help! Someone! Help me! I'm trapped! Help!"
A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me.
"Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!"
He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face.
He looked down at me and said, "I'll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you."
Oh God! It didn't take a genius to know what this bastard wanted.
"Please!" I begged. "I'm trapped here. It's your duty to help someone in distress. You can't rape me! Please!"
"Oh man!" he said, "It's just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I'm actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she's in a bind, then everyone else _owes_ her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bull shit!"
He stood and started to walk away.
"Hey!" I shouted, "Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"
From several paces away, he turned. "Listen bitch. I'd never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you know what _mutual consent_ means?"
"Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what's that got to do with this?"
_"Mutual consent_ means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don't want to pay my price for helping you, then I'll walk away and it's just like I was never here and you're no bettor or worse off that before I showed up." He started to walk away again.
